“Wait, what?” Ryoga said, feeling the cold liquid splash, but still seeing opposable thumbs before her eyes. “Am I cured?” she asked herself, before realizing that her voice was higher than usual. Actually, everything around her looked just a bit off, like she was smaller. Looking down, she saw two giant lumps trying to escape the fabric of her shirt.
“What?! NO!!!” she cried, sticking her hand between her legs only to whip it away from her body, almost instinctively. “Ramna, what did you do to me?!” she freaked out. But as she looked around, her rival wasn’t there. Instead, at her feet, she felt tiny hooves pound away at her ankles.
“Hey little piglet. Did you follow me?” she asked.
“No you idiot! I’m Ranma!” the piglet tried to scream, but all that came out were animalistic squeals.
Ryoga picked the pig up by pinching the skin together at the back of its neck. She felt it take more effort to do this than she thought. Her muscle mass had significantly decreased.
The animal thrashed about helplessly, trying to communicate its discomfort.
“That coward Ranma moved his curse to me, and left us here!” Ryoga realized, “I should find him and make him pay.”
The pig was pretty much crying at this point, as it tried to squirm to get free.
“No, don’t leave! Get the Rock with the ruins on it!” Ranma sqealed, by the girl in front of him couldn’t understand a word he said.
Ryoga picked up her pack and tossed it over her shoulder. She was still as strong as most boys her age, thanks to her obsessive training. She then opened her umbrella, and used it to shade herself from the sun. Her skin felt more sensitive than usual, and the heat was giving her discomfort, she didn’t know why.
“Come on piglet, I’ll bring you to a safe place. A dojo of my dearest Akane, she’ll care for you until we can figure out where you came from.” Ryoga tried to reassure the animal, as she held it in her free hand.
Ranma squirmed, but eventually tired himself out. He needed to go back and grab that tablet before someone else picked it up, and it was lost forever.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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